the durty version

I need niggas to listen to me, I need niggas to close their eyes, and listen to me, and try to imagine what i’m doing right now, right.

ok, I’m in Holland. I know for sure you don’t know what Holland looks like. Ok, so. Just imagine this.

Imagine the taxi cabs, right, its 15 taxi cabs in a row, but they not yellow cabs. they’re silver mercedes benz. OK. Because we’re not in New York. We’re in Holland! Ok. Now look. Imagine; the door opens, at the 5 Star Hotel, there he is. It’s the durty surg3on. He’s walking out, look at ‘em. “arhhh, arhhhh”. the crowd goes wild. “durty, durty. can you sign my ass”, that’s what she says. right. You got your eyes closed, right? You’re supposed to be imagingin. OK. “durty, durty, sign my titties” right. This is what they’re doin, right, and. while they’re going crazy, they notice the other guy. “The other guy. That’s 50 cent!!! Oh my god!!! “arhhhhhhhh”. The crowd goes wild. the guys are there. the guys are going, “yo, what up 50. yo, yo, what up my nigga” and 50’s looking like, what the fuck are these groupie ass niggas doing around me? do you understand? he’s like, what the fuck. get the fuck from around me. why are bitches running to durty and all the niggas running to me?

what the fuck is going on around here. So close your eyes motherfucker! you’re supposed to me imagining. so they looking, they looking right, and they see the other guys coming out in the entourage and they’re going, “well who the fuck is he?” and  you can’t quite figure out who he is because he’s just a member of the entourage, but he has on more fucking diamonds than the other guys!!!

and now you’re like, “what the fuck is going on here.” and you’re thinking, this is a dream, right. close your eyes. close your eyes. you’re supposed to be imagining. and as you look closer, you start to notice that everyone has on diamonds. so you say to yourself, “wait a minute. you mean to tell me, everybody’s rich?”; and then you say to yourself, “damn. being down with G-Unit is a dream”